But the Dark Days are over. They’re on the same side now.

And they need to work together. For Kisa.

“She’s going to be mine.”

“No,” snaps Somi, suddenly looking very competitive. “No, no, she’s—”

“—already my best friend,” Hajun finishes, strolling back into the sick bay’s lobby, the box of medical supplies now empty in his hands. He grins sheepishly as he sets the cardboard back on the counter. “Sorry. You guys are pretty loud.”

Somi winces and looks completely mortified. “You heard all of that?” she whispers.

Hajun shrugs in a mild sort of way. The way that seems to say, I did, but it doesn’t make any difference to me. “Look, I think it’s wonderful that you both like Kisa so much,” he says, leaning against the counter. “But all of this is going to overwhelm her.”

“All of what?” Somi asks innocently.

The idol gives her an amused look. “If the two of you are going to fight over Kisa,” he says, “don’t do it in front of her. And definitely don’t tell her you’re wearing designer clothing from her past life when she’s not allowed to wear anything but these itchy scrubs.”

Seokga’s mouth tightens.

“I would never fight anybody,” Somi tells Hajun, who snorts in disbelief and then looks slightly terrified. “Are your scrubs really that itchy?” the gumiho asks. “Because I could help get them off your skin…”

“Enough,” Seokga cuts in before Hajun can turn an even more alarming shade of blue. “We have better things to focus on.”

“The offer’s always there,” Somi whispers, winking at Hajun.

The idol looks as if he might faint.

It almost makes Seokga miss the Somi who couldn’t look at a man without blushing, but a part of him is pleased to know that Hani made an impact on her. On Somi. That Hani is still continuing to shape the world and its inhabitants, in some way or another…Even if it’s through another dirty-talking gumiho wreaking chaos in the (under)world.

Hani, he thinks grudgingly, would be proud.

“Feel free to take me up on it,” Somi adds to Hajun.

Thoroughly exasperated and slightly nauseated, Seokga turns on his heel and makes for the security room. After a brief moment, the idol and the gumiho follow.

A few minutes later, Seokga is waiting with Hajun around the corner when Somi returns from scoping out the security room to determine whether it’s clear for them to enter. Her solemn face cuts through his worrying like a knife. He has the distinct impression that he does not want to know—for the sake of his sanity—but he asks anyway. “What happened?”

“The monitors,” Somi replies, voice quiet. “They’ve been destroyed. All of them.”

As they enter the destroyed security room, it’s fucking déjà vu.